If ever there was doubt about just how excessively full of fluff my dog is, take a look at the places I frequent at my school; though Ivan has never been anywhere inside this building, I find his hair on everything. It's stuck all over the welding jackets in the metal shop, students find it in their clay in the ceramics studio, I just found a clump on the door to one of our galleries, I've seen it around the parking ramp I use, a few semesters back, in my painting classes, Ivan's fur was constantly discovered embedded in gobs of paint. Oooops. I love eskies, but man, I could do with out so much fur!